#hey boy what a beautiful permanent thigh wound you have there….

[sickfreaksirkay]

we need to get weirder about the fisher king

[leoneslover]

hey baby! how are you? 💞🌷I hope you're well. can I request a night car trip? like, inspired in your post rainy days! the bucci gang return to the mission and the path is long for home, is late and the sun start to sleep. so relaxing to imagine! please and thank you! if you don't understand, I can explain in another ask jabsisjaa. I love you and your blog! is the best. 💗💟

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Late car rides ༄

Bucci gang x reader(gn!)

Warnings: none!

A/n: omg my first jjba request 😳 hi bub <3 This is such a sweet request I love it! Hope you like it 🥺

☆彡 BRUNO:

• Often times, when the team comes back from a mission, he’s usually the one sitting next to the driver.

• However, when he realizes how long the trip back home was gonna be, and how tired you look, he decided to switch spots with Abbacchio.

• (Who was very displeased by the way, since Giorno was the one driving).

• Usually, the van was filled with loud talks and some bickering from the back seats (aka: fugo and Narancia), but this time, it was surprisingly quiet.

• Whether it was because of how tired and sore everyone was, or because they didn’t really have anything to talk about anymore, it didn’t matter.

• He was pleased to finally have some time to relax until they got back.

• He would turn over to look at you every once in a while, to check how you were doing.

• If you showed any kind of discomfort, he’d try to fix it right away.

• And in case you wanted to take a nap, we will definitely make you lay down with your head on his lap.

• You’d get some comments from the guys in the back, but none of you really cared.

• The only thing in your mind for the rest of the ride was Bruno’s soft fingers caressing your face and hair as you let the movement of the van lull you to sleep.

☆彡 LEONE:

• He kinda hates long car rides, but he also kinda likes them.

• I guess it depends on his mood, but he likes to look out the window while he’s blasting some of his favorite music in his headphones every once in a while.

• If he ever happens to bring earbuds once, he will give you one so you can listen together.

• Look he’ll even put on some of your favorite songs if he’s feeling bold enough.

• Might fall asleep before you, specially if the mission was particularly stressful or if he got involved in any physical battle.

• But it’s fine, because actually those are the times where you can snuggle close to him and watch the landscape from the window without him complaining.

• And if you fall asleep against him, he might unconsciously lean his head against you in his sleep.

• Honestly, it’s the cutest thing ever, and take for granted that the rest of team is definitely gonna take some pictures of you two the first times this happens.

• It’s just that soft Abbacchio is a uncommon sight that’s all.

☆彡 MISTA:

• I headcannon that he’s a sleepy boy, so probably the second you guys jump into the van, he’s already closing his eyes.

• Also he probably sleeps like a dad, y’know, with his arms crossed in his chest and his head leaned back into wherever he’s sitting JSBDBSNXN

• Anyways, if you’re tired as well, then expect for him to let you cuddle up against him so you can both enjoy a silent nap until you get home.

• He’ll probably wrap an arm around you as well 🥺

• However, if you don’t feel like sleeping with him, then he’ll definitely ask for head rubs.

• Just let him lean his head on your shoulder (or lap if there’s enough space) and rub his head through his hat.

• (He’ll let you take it off when he gets more sleepy and you’ll have to physically stop Narancia from taking pictures. Yes, the sight of his hair is a very rare one).

• I feel like the pistols would probably want attention as well.

• So also expect to have a bunch of little yellow ones cuddling up all over you for a well deserved rest.

• (Dont make the mistake of caressing one of them tho, cause then the rest are gonna want some love as well and before you know it you’re gonna be patting heads for the entire ride).

• Overall, is a very relaxing experience, since it’s one of the very few times you get to see your boyfriend completely relaxed.

☆彡 NARANCIA:

• Another long car ride hater.

• Hes a very active person, even after tough missions; so it’s probably gonna be very hard for him to sit still all the way back, as much as it was earlier when you guys where heading to the place.

• So for the sake of everyone else in the van (specially fugo, he’s already stressed enough), you’re gonna have to keep him distracted so there aren’t any more fights until you get home.

• Your favorite thing to do in these occasions is to show him new music.

• It’s not a secret at all the fact that Narancia loves music more than anybody else, I feel like it probably means a lot to him.

• So for you to be showing him the music that you like ??? Oh you got his full attention for sure.

• Doesn’t matter if it isn’t the usual genre he listens to, he’s still gonna sit through the whole album either with his eyes closed or looking at some spot ahead of him, focusing on whatever it is that you’re showing him.

• (The rest of the gang is amazed at how long you’ve managed to keep him relatively quiet)

• He might add some comments here and there at some songs, pointing out how cool some of them are and how amazing your music taste is.

• And if you make a playlist with songs both of you like specially for these long car rides.... oh god.

• Lets just say that he’s gonna sit almost entirely silent during the entire trip, looking out the window while sharing headphones with a deep blush on his face and a permanent smile plastered on his face.

• (You guys might even hold hands too 😳😳)

☆彡 FUGO:

• He’s probably the one who enjoys long car rides the most.

• The sight of his beautiful Italy as the sun sets through the window really makes him calm.

• He might get a little sleepy too after these tough missions, specially since he’s probably the one who gets the most injuries since he refuses to use his stand to fight.

• So be gentle with him on the way back, maybe actually treat his wounds and sore spots momentarily until you can properly heal him when you get back, (or more like force Giorno to heal him with his stand but it’s the same thing).

• I headcannon that he has a sort of fixation with his s/o’s hands, so expect for him to be holding your hands and playing with your fingers while he slowly falls asleep.

• You might also wanna keep a close eye on Narancia and Mista as well, y’know, to make sure they don’t do anything stupid that might accidentally piss your boyfriend off.

• If he’s feeling extra moody that day, he’d probably ask if he can lean into you rather than the window as he rests.

• (He says its because you’re more comfortable, but in reality he just wants to keep you as close as he can until you guys get home and he can finally cuddle up with you as much as he wants)

• He might also make some small talk with you for a little while, talking about the events of the day or some other stuff to get his mind a little more distracted.

• In conclusion, he loves long car rides, mainly because he likes to have an excuse to be really close to you during long periods of time.

☆彡 GIORNO:

• Usually, he’s the assigned driver for the gang’s missions.

• So naturally, you’re gonna be his copilot.

• And even though he’d love to be napping in the backseat with you like the rest of the group, he actually kinda prefers it this way.

• He enjoys driving, so what a better way to it than by having his beloved s/o sitting by his side and keeping him company as you get home.

• If you can, you’re probably gonna get some snacks that you’d have to hide from the others so you can share them while they sleep.

• Often times, you’re just gonna sit comfortably on the passenger seat (but with your seatbelt on, and your legs on the seat, he’s very insistent on that since he doesn’t want you to get too injured in case you guys get in a car crash or something), sharing your favorite snacks and talking about all sorts of stuff.

• He’d probably spend the first portion of the trip either quietly thinking to himself about the mission you had, or sharing his thoughts about it with you so you guys can discuss about it.

• And after making sure no one is really paying attention to you (or that it’s too dark for anyone to see really), he might slide his hand over to your thigh and place it there.

• Or your hand if that’s what you’re more comfortable with.

• And yes, he’s gonna do the little thumb rub thingy 🥺🥺.

• The whole thing kinda feels as if you guys were the parents of the group taking your kids home after a long vacation or something like that.

• And you couldn’t ask for anything better honestly.

[rason-rodd]

The Boy Who Didn’t Like Christmas - Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise Jason with a Christmas tree but things don’t go as planed. Did he really just call you a friend? 

Warning : Fluff, Humor, Slight Angst  

Author’s note: A new Bat-Christmas one shot, this time with Jason (the last one will be with Dick). I tried to make Reader as general neutral as possible. Hope you’ll like it

“You’re clearly not from the Hill … or the Narrows.” You were pretty certain the rebuke would have hurt ten times more if Dana Harlowe had said everything she was keeping well hidden in her badass heart. But there was no need to say more. It was clear she didn’t hold you close to her heart.       To her, you were the pain in the ass from Uptown Gotham, the one who certainly knew nothing about striving to get out of the dirt and who had certainly always get what she wanted by simply twitching her nose. In a nutshell, everything she was happy not to be. But you had one thing in common. Or at least, one person. Jason Todd.         Dana had known him for over a decade. You had known him for a couple of months. But you as well as she had learned to deeply care about him, except that one of you had let things go way beyond friendship quite a couple of times. That one being you.     “I was just suggesting bringing Jason a Christmas tree to decorate his apartment, Dana. That’s it.” You tried to defend yourself as you buried you hands in your pocket.           “And how many times should I tell you that Jason hates Christmas?” You sighed as you both could barely keep your annoyance to yourself anymore. “No one really hates Christmas.” “So what you’re going to show up to his place with a goddamn tree, all dolled up, flutter your eyelashes and hope he won’t be mad at you?”     You shrugged. “That’s an idea”

***

And Dana hadn’t been able to stop you. So, one Sunday afternoon you showed up to Jason’s place with a bag filled with brand new Christmas decorations and a heavy tree that had made you sweat streams to carry in the old staircases and, with a tired sigh, you rang at Jason’s door. He opened it without waiting or looking through the spyhole, apparently not thinking (or caring) about the possibility of a lunatic waiting on his doorstep with a deadly weapon. “You know I could have been a very angry elf with a gun. You should use that little peephole”     “ Y/N” He looked astonished to see you here, especially with all that Christmas stuff “I…” “By the way, you should also write your co-ownership trustee and ask for an elevator. Yours stairs are a living hell.” You declared to make sure he wouldn’t have time to realise or protest against what you were planning to do. “Give me a hand, would you?” You asked as you tried to drag the tree by the crown inside the apartment, sprinkling the ancient wooden floor with pine needles.     “Explain.” Jason demanded as he helped you carry the Christmas tree to the corner of his living room and erect it. “There! Perfect.” You clapped your hands, proud that the tree was still looking good despite the mistreatment you have given it and also because it was standing in Jason’s apartment, contradicting all of Dana’s sayings that “a Christmas tree will never cross Jason Todd’s doorstep”. “Suck it, Dana!”         “Alright. You’re weird today. What’s with the tree?” Jason’s face seemed a bit twisted, as he didn’t know if he should smile or be worried. “Next week, it’s Christmas. You can’t celebrate Christmas without a Christmas tree.”       He frowned, definitely looking for the right words in his beautiful yet tortured head of his to be sure he would not kill your excitement or hurt your feelings. “Y/N. I wasn’t planning on celebrating Christmas this year.” “I know. Dana told me about you being Scrooge Jr.” You joked, not caring at all, as you opened the plastic bag full of decorations to empty it on the couch. “That’s a bit overstating things.” Jason scratched his head. He had never heard anyone compare him to Dicken’s famous character. “I mean. Not liking Christmas doesn’t make me a miserly bitter old man.”       “Were you planning on spending Christmas alone sitting on your couch with cold noodles, watching Netflix and calling Christmas humbug?” He waited before answering, trying to see how he could debunk you little argument. But there was no way. “Not Netflix. Cutthroat Kitchen.”           “Oh my god. You’re Scrooge.” You sighed, exasperated before showing a beautiful transparent Christmas ball with little snowflakes inside. “Look how cute!” Your enthusiasm made him smile discreetly but not discreetly enough to go unnoticed. “I guess there’s no way I’m gonna stop you, right?” You shook your head. “You can still try but no. I’m going to give you some Christmas spirit, choke you with it if I must and I won’t leave this place until you love it. And mark my word, I will use string lights if needed” You threatened as you showed him the lights. “You would really tie me up to the tree? You know BDSM is not my thing.”           “ No I would tie myself to the tree. Because as much as I know you can throw that tree away once I’m gone, I’m sure you won’t be able do so if I’m tied to it.”             “And why so?” He smirked, curious to know your reason. “Cause you like me too much.” Was he really an open book? He never thought so but there was something with you, something weird and unusual that could make him act in strange ways. Perhaps was he getting soft. “And also, because you wouldn’t get my very special gift if you kick me out.” Jason squinted and you played with your eyebrows as you bit your lower lip so that he would get the naughty message. That eventually made him laugh and he tried to remember when was the last time he thought sexy could be funny.         “Ah. The things I would do for you.” He kissed the top of your head softly, making your shiver and close your eyes and for a second you tried to resist the sudden urge to catch him by the neck and kiss him on the lips. Not that he would have minded, you thought. But there was a difference between occasional sex and displays of affection. “Let’s do this. Before you decide to make me sing Mariah Carey.”       “Oh …” You pretended to think about the idea with a finger over your lips. “Don’t push it.”

And so you ended up decorating the Christmas together, laughing and chatting about some random stuff until you dared ask. “Why don’t you like Christmas?” Jason froze for a moment and you saw him close his eyes to take a deep breath. “Well it’s difficult to like Christmas when you’ve got a family like mine.” He finally declared as he hung a Christmas ball on a branch.         “You mean Bruce …” You supposed though you were not sure of you should continue this conversation. “If only there was just Bruce.” You decided to be quiet when you noticed his sudden bitterness but he chose to keep talking. “I never had a proper Christmas as a kid. When mum wasn’t completely stoned on the bathroom floor, dad was in jail. And when we were finally together, well … Let’s say Christmas spirit wasn’t something the Todd family knew about.”             “I’m sorry.” You said, wondering if you should hug him or at least caress his arm as a sign of comfort. “Don’t be. Plus, it’s not like I cared that much about Christmas as a kid anyway.” You could tell it was a lie, a huge bad lie only made to mask some deep-rooted wound, a lie Jason had learned by heart as if it was a mere line and had probably served to anyone around him for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t hard to guess. You just had to see how hurt he looked deep down in his beautiful tortured eyes. “I mean, there are other days to offer gifts.”       “Sure.” You had a light smile and you focused again on the decoration of your tree. “But I appreciate what you’re doing, Y/N”       “By what I’m doing, you mean … making you celebrate the event you hate the most without complaining?” You tried to joke. “That.” He chuckled. “And being a good friend.” A friend? Was friend really the right word? Well, maybe … in a way … or not. After all, what friends occasionally end up fucking when the sexual tension becomes too hard to handle?     “I know you’re doing this because of your permanent worry about me. But you don’t need to worry. I’m fine.”           “I’m sure you are.” You sighed and Jason caught your hands in his. “Hey. I’m a tough guy. I’ve got thunder thighs and sharp abs. You said it yourself”. You chuckled briefly, remembering the time when you told him this. Pretty sure you were naked and drunk by the way.           “I know you’re tough Jason. Actually, you’re certainly the toughest person I know. But I’m not stupid. And I know there are things that you’re hiding from me.” He suddenly frowned and you felt his grip around your hands loosening, as if he was ready to run away from you. “And I’m not asking you to tell me what it is. I understand that you have your secrets. I do to. I just … I just want you to be honest with me, to tell me when you feel low, when you need me.” You added as you grabbed his arms to keep him close. “We’re … friends after all, aren’t we?” You hated that argument but you decided to use anyway, just to see his reaction.     “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Jason whispered after a second of heavy silence. “We’re friends.” Not the reaction you wanted.   “Good.” You let go of him and went back to hanging Christmas balls but you both could feel the weird tension, the awkwardness and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for ruining that moment which had begun so well. You should have listened to Dana. “Maybe I should go.” You declared as you resigned yourself to get the hell out of here before making things worse between you two.     “No!” Jason almost shouted. “No. We … Let’s finish the tree first okay? Please” You sighed. “Plus you mentioned a gift, right?” Normally that comment would have made you smirk but not today, not now. “That’s not a gift you give friends, Jason”

***

“You played the friends card? Not cool.” Jason suddenly remembered the little mental note he had left for himself the last time he had talked to Dick about his love life. ‘Never again.’ But Roy was gone and so were Artemis and Bizarro or any other friends he could have confessed to. “But we are friends.” He tried to justify himself. “I think.”     Dick shook his head, slightly exasperated yet amused by his little brother. “You saying ‘I think’ makes me believe you don’t see Y/N as a friend.”             “Why does it have to be so complicated?” Jason sighed as he tried to remember when was the last time he had seen you as merely a friend.       “Because it’s love and nothing is ever simple when it comes to love. No need to be a relationship expert to know this.” Jason glanced at Dick who was smiling at him. “I hope you don’t consider yourself an expert considering the failure that is your love life and your on and off relationship with Babs.” Dick shrugged. Yes, apparently he was. Cocky boy wonder. “I’m expert enough to know you don’t call someone you have sex with a friend.” “Oh come on! Ever heard of friends with benefits?” Jason harrumphed, slightly annoyed by his predecessor’s judgemental attitude right now.   “Jason please. You guys are not friends with benefits and you know why? Cause your relationship is not platonic at all. You like Y/N and Y/N likes you. But you are too unconfident or too scared to admit it so you end up having sex when you don’t know how to handle your feelings anymore. Now can we take care of that bunch of lousy criminals before they escape with the money?”             As much as it hurt Jason to admit it, Dick was right. He liked you. He liked you a lot. Maybe he was in love with you even, he didn’t know. But what he really knew right now was that he had screwed up, bad, and that he wanted to fix things between you two.

***

You turned your key in the keyhole, exhausted by your long day at work and blaming the snow that had literally frozen your toes and fingers on your way back home. “Maybe I should ask for a ugly pair of Uggs for Christ…mas”           You couldn’t move, your limbs as frozen as your fingers and toes or maybe worse. Eyes widened you looked around you and at the thousands colourful lights illuminating your entire apartment and the Christmas decorations scattered all over the furniture. “What the hell happened here?”             “Do you like it?” You yelled and jumped and, out of pure reflex and fear, punched hard the person standing right behind you before you could realise it was actually Jason. “Oh my god, Jay.” He groaned and put a hand over his nose to calm the pain. “Damn. I think you broke it.”   “Let me see.” You tried to remove his hand from his face to see how badly injured he was. “No! Don’t touch it. Don’t touch it.” He cried out as a sign of protest but eventually let you take him inside right to your couch where you left him an instant to go fetch some ice in the freezer. “What are you doing here that late?” You asked as you came back to sit by his side. “I wanted to surprise you. I guess it worked.” He hissed as you finally put the small bag of ice against his nose.             “You did this?” You asked as you looked again around you. There were probably at least dozens of flickering string lights hanging from the ceiling above your head as well as fake snow all over the floor of the living room and miniature Christmas trees and other lovely decorations carefully placed on the furniture. “Yeah.”           “How? When?” You couldn’t believe he had done this.             “This afternoon while you were gone. I entered by the window. You know you should check if they’re close before leaving.” You smile when you understood the nod to what you had told him last you saw each other. “Why?”     “ Well. Because it’s dangerous of course. I mean a lunatic could enter and turn your place into a Christmas shop. Oops too late.”     “ No, I mean. Why did you do this?” You asked again, not really in the mood to laugh at his joke right now. “It’s Christmas, isn’t it? … And I like you” He said while looking at you right in the eye. “And not as a friend. Cause clearly we’re not friends and we’re not …” You dropped the bag of ice to catch Jason by the neck and kiss him passionately. How long have you waited for him to finally say it. “Ow. Ow. Easy.” Jason complained right against your lips when your nose pressed too hard against his. “Sorry.” You whispered with a smile. “Don’t smile at my pain. I’m really hurt.”   “Aren’t you a tough guy?” You teased, using his own arguments against him.         “Not when I’m with you.” He confessed and approached your face again, slowly and carefully, to kiss your soft lips with a delicacy that made you shiver. “There are so many things I want to tell you, Y/N.”       “ Then say them.” You whispered still close to his face, feeling his hot breath against your skin. “It would ruin Christmas’ spirit.”   “I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”       “I lied.”

[etherealwaifgoddess]

What He Wants (Pt. 13)

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Summary:  On going series of Bucky getting his shit together and falling in love with you.

Warnings/ Content: none, our boy is a little surly but then sweet domesticity resumes.

Word Count: 2,251

Author’s Note: Hello again lovelies. I’d never leave ya’ll with such a short installment on a weekend! And this part is a loooooong one. Our boy gets a little grumpy with you but you figure him out and get your day back on track. Fluff and some slowly building feels at the end. Enjoy darlings! I really hope everyone had a good weekend :)

If you missed the first few parts, you can read them here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

XOXO -Ash

What He Wants, Pt. 13

When you come back up, arms loaded up as full as you could get them, Bucky is no longer on the sofa. You drop your grocery bags on the kitchen counter and find Bucky out on the little balcony off of your dining room. He’s leaning over the railing for support, looking out into the woods. You leave him be for a moment to put away your groceries and let him work through whatever is going through his head. He hasn’t moved an inch by the time you join him outside and his expression is hardened compared to earlier. “What’s going on in there?” You ask him, rubbing your hand along his right arm. 

He pulls back with a scowl, “Can’t you just hop in and find out for yourself?” He regrets his words when he sees the flash of hurt across your face.

“No, because I gave you my word I wouldn’t. And believe or not I spend 90% of the time trying to not go into other people’s heads. Talk to me, Bucky.”

“Didn’t we talk enough earlier?”

“Nope, not by a long shot. Is that what this is about? You shared more than you were comfortable with?” You try to pick up on his cues to piece together what had happened. 

“So we shared some stories. It doesn’t change anything that I know your favorite ice cream flavor.”

Things were clicking into place for you, “Ah, you forgot yourself for a minute, didn’t you? When we were sitting in there together, you let yourself relax and just exist without all the bullshit for a little while. The leg reminded you of everything else when you tried to stand.”

Bucky starts to head inside, furious you saw through him so easily. “Playing house for a few hours doesn’t change a damn thing.” 

You follow him, not letting him get off the hook so easily. “No, it doesn’t change what has happened but it does change the present. You can let what HYDRA did, what they made you do, consume you and spend the rest of your life hating everything and everyone. You have that choice. Or you could try and forge a new path, make something of your life that you can be proud of.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” Buck grumbles, settling back down on the sofa to read. 

“Nope, never. And especially not on you.” Your own words surprise you for a moment. This beautiful, complicated man had really gotten under your skin.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, mouse.” His smirk has returned and it’s like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You grin at him, sensing you had won this round, and grab a book for yourself. 

You read quietly together on the sofa until the sun slips low on the horizon and you are forced to get up and turn on your lamps. Sitting back down with your book you’re interrupted by a loud growl from Bucky’s stomach. “Are you gonna make it over there?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Hey, you’re the one who forgot to feed me lunch.” He points out.

You try and remember when you ate last and realize he’s right. You blush with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I tend to get distracted. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was distracted too. But now that I’m thinking about it I’m starving. What do you have around here?”

“The kitchen is full again, so whatever you want.”

“Let’s go rummage.” Bucky says with a groan as he pulls himself up. He’s stiff and a little sore from sitting around all afternoon. He follows you slowly into the kitchen. You notice he is moving even slower than usual and worry that he’s getting more sore as the day wears on. You’ll have to try and talk him into letting you take a look at his wound later. 

As you had expected, Bucky is easy going about his food choices too. You quickly fry up a mix of peppers and onions, throwing in thinly sliced chicken breast too. The herbs in your spice rack probably need changed out by now but you make do with what you have and add some more flavor to your fajita mix. The kitchen smells divine by the time you’re plating up the food and Bucky is sitting patiently at your tiny kitchen table waiting. 

“What?” You ask him with a nervous laugh. He’s watching you so intently and you wonder how long he’d been staring. 

“Nothin’, mouse. I just appreciate a home cooked meal is all.” He plays it light. He doesn’t want to admit he had been watching the way you move around the kitchen, wanting to go to you and grab you by your wide hips, pull you back against him, and press kisses along your neck. He has no business having those thoughts and that kind of thinking would have him out on his ass before he could blink. As much as Bucky hates to admit it, he doesn’t want to leave anytime soon. He’s in a losing battle with a part of himself he had assumed long dead, the part that makes him want to pull the neckline down on your baggy T-shirt and see more of the tantalizing cleavage he caught a glimpse of earlier in the day when he woke up against you in the taxi. 

You join him at the little table, setting down a bowl of meat and veggies as well as a plate of fajita wraps in between you. You start loading up your first wrap eagerly. You hadn’t been hungry until the smell of the food you hit you but now you’re starving too.

Bucky only reaches to fill his own plate once he’s sure you are done taking things for you own. He loads up his plate and takes a large bite, not even waiting for things to cool down. “Oh my god, doll.” He moans, “This is the best.” 

You smile at his enthusiasm and the endearment. “Thanks, Buck. I make this a lot so I’m glad you like it.”

“You can make this any time you want and I’ll never complain. Do you cook a lot?”

“Mostly on Sundays so I have things to grab quickly during the work week. It’s just me so I make things in batches that I won’t get tired of by Wednesday.” 

“I can help with that, if you want.” 

“With cooking?”

“Yeah. Come on, don’t look at me like that. I grew up in a house full of women, I learned from the best. I could make you the homemade spaghetti you’ve ever had.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” 

“Go ahead. As soon as I can ditch the crutch you’re getting my ma’s spaghetti.”

You smile across the table at him. He is so easy to get along with when he’s like this. You’re thankful for your little outdated apartment putting him at ease. The conversation lulls as you both tucked into your meals. Bucky wipes out all of the fajitas which doesn’t shock you after seeing what his breakfast had consisted of. You are going to have to go online and set up another delivery before he clears out your meager pantry. 

Carefully Bucky gets himself back up and stable enough to take his plate over to the sink. He stares at it for a minute and you realize he’s trying to figure out the logistics of washing it himself. You hop up to take it from him. “Nope, don’t even try it. You look like your leg is bothering you again and I don’t want you making it worse. Go get comfortable with your book and I’ll wash up.” 

Bucky wants to insist, his upbringing making it difficult to see you doing all the work, but his leg is bothering him more. “I’m gonna start pulling my weight as soon as this thing heals.” He assures you.

“I know, but just take it easy for now, okay?”

Bucky nods and shuffles back into the living room. A little while later you find him curled up with the book he’s been reading, a quilt thrown over his lap. He looks exhausted and you are getting there yourself. “Can I change your bandage for you?” You ask hesitantly. 

Bucky is too tired to argue and he’s worried about how things are progressing down there anyway. He had healed from bullet wounds much easier before and he wonders how much damage has been done to his leg if it’s taking so long. He nods and you get the first aid kit from your bathroom before sitting down next to him. As carefully as you can, you pull the gauze wrapping from his leg to reveal the two bullet holes on either side of his calf muscle. They are healing quickly and are down to bright glossy pink indentations. The bleeding had stopped a while ago and the tissue is repairing itself just as it should. “You should be fully healed soon. Super soldier healing is amazing.” 

“It’s something.” He concedes, “The exit wound is gonna be a permanent mess though. It’ll heal but that doesn’t stop scarring.” 

You shrug, thinking that a few more scars are inconsequential when he could have lost another limb. You wrap his leg back up with fresh gauze and rejoin him on the sofa. The two of you read in comfortable silence until you can’t keep your mind focused on the words anymore. Bucky has started nodding off too and you tap his thigh lightly trying to rouse him. 

“Hey,” you say softly, “Bedtime. Come on.”

The very sleepy super soldier hauls himself up with a hiss of pain and follows you to the bedroom. You had thought about it all day and you just can’t bring yourself to make him sleep on the sofa like you had originally planned. Your bed is big enough to share and you are both exhausted. 

“Mouse, there’s only one bed.” He says with a yawn from your doorway. 

“I can’t make you sleep out there, that sofa sucks. Get yourself ready for bed and get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.” You tell him as you turn to grab a nightshirt and slip off to change in the bathroom. 

You come back out and wonder for a moment if maybe you should take the sofa. Bucky is down to his black undershirt and boxers, looking mouth wateringly good sitting on the edge of your bed. You force yourself to ignore the feelings the sight of him brings up for you and notice he is rubbing the skin around the metal of his left shoulder with a scowl. 

“Sore?” You guess out loud.

Bucky nods, “I wasn’t sure since we’re sharing the bed. Do you mind if I….” he trails off.

“No, of course not. Your arm doesn’t bother me, Bucky. Not how it looks or how you got it.” You approach him, gazing intently into his eyes, wanting him to really believe your words. 

“It should.” He complains but he takes off the prosthetic anyway. 

“Why? It’s just part of you.” You are emboldened by the vulnerable look in his eyes and you run your fingers along the puckered scars of his skin where it’s fused with metal. It’s softer than you expected and your eyes never leave his as your fingers stroke his skin. You move on to give the muscles above a light rub, knowing this is a safer area that he’d let you touch in the hospital when you’d caught him from falling. 

Bucky is holding unnaturally still, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as your fingers explore his skin. He wants to kill every single member of HYDRA all over again for leaving him like this. But the gentle curiosity in your eyes, the lack of any disgust or pity, has him reeling. “How do you do that?” He asks in a hushed tone.

The quietness of the late hour crashes in on you and you are suddenly very aware that you are alone in your bedroom, both only partially dressed. “Do what?” Your voice is quiet, breathy, and you barely recognize it. 

Bucky’s right hand comes up to capture yours, not moving it from his shoulder, just holding it still. “Touch the ugliest, broken parts of me like they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.” 

You scream at yourself not to let any tears form and take a steadying breath. “Because they’re a part of you, and you are. You’re not broken, Bucky. You’re amazing.” 

His eyes shut and he gulps at your words. “Thank you... for today. For everything.” 

“Mmhmm.” You murmur, finally pulling your hand back. You want to kiss him so badly your insides burn but it’s too soon. He is going to hate himself in the morning for the brief tenderness you had already seen, it’s too risky to push your luck. You walk around the bed to the other side and climb in, trying to give Bucky all the space he needs. You do roll over though, to face him. He slips under the covers, keeping himself to his side of the bed, laying on his back. You’ve never had a man in this bed before but the sight of him across from you seems right somehow. Doing your best not to disturb him, you curl up in your favorite sleeping position and drift off. 

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University S.L.U.T 12

Summary:  Steve isn’t usually the one to hate or judge people. But when it came to you, he just wanted to rip his hair out. So his dismay, you two are partnered for a class project. Can you change his mind in time to get a good grade? Or will his feelings get the best of him?

Warnings: Blood. Violence. Crying. More Crying. Pain to your heart. A good cuddle buddy is advised.

Part 11 and Part 13

A/N: I AM SO SORRY!! 

Steve stares at his blue eyed friend as the room soon empties. Sam whispers a few things to him, laughs, smacks Bucky’s back and heads out. Bucky stands as Steve’s bloody, swollen, cut face stares back at him. Bucky looks back to make sure no one is here before rushing to him.

“Steve you’re alive! Y/N is going to be so excited!” Bucky says as he starts to untie him.

“Stop! Sam will get you too. Do not help me! Just take the news of me still being alive to Y/N. She needs you just as much as you need me. Please.” Steve says as he weakly tries to pull his body from Bucky’s.

“No. I can’t just leave you here!” Bucky says as he tries to continue.

“Stop! Right now!” Steve yells, spitting blood at Bucky. Bucky stumbles back, taken aback from the liquid running down his face. He stares at Steve as he wipes the blood from his face.

“Steve…”

“Please just listen to me!” Steve says. “Go. Act like we had an argument and get out free. You know where i am. At least where i was before they move me again.”

“I can’t leave here knowing you’re here! Y/N will kill me if she knew i had the opportunity to save you!”

“Then tell her i wasn’t there. Please. I can't lose you again. I can stand this. The beatings aren’t as bad. Please. I love you man. Now go.” Steve says. Bucky huffs, but does as he says, walking out. Trying to put his anger mode on, he slams the doors open and stomping out. The group standing at the end of the hall watches as Bucky rushing towards them.

“How did it go?” Sam asks as he steps in front of Bucky.

“He’s a piece of shit. Bitch spit in my fucking face. He can rot for all i care.” Bucky angirly spills as he moves past Sam and towards the doors. He slams them open and takes off in a run towards the dorms.

Sam smiles widely as he and Melissa walk up to a sleeping Steve. Sam slams a book shut next to Steve’s head, causing him to jerk his head, groaning. Steve sighs as he looks up at him.

“What?” Steve says weakly.

“We talked to Bucky. He told us you spit on him.” Sam says as Melissa sits on Steve’s lap. She pouts as she tries to hold his head by his hair up. “Why’d you spit on my favorite member?”

“He was in my face and..” Steve takes a deep breath. “And i wanted to defend myself.” Sam shakes his head as he walks towards a table. Sam turns and leans against, facing Steve.

“When are you going to learn you lost?!” Sam exclaims. He takes a knife out and stares at Steve. Steve gulps as he looks up at Melissa. She just smiles as she runs her hands through his hair.

“It won’t hurt. I promise.” Melissa says fakely as she turns her head to face Sam. He smiles as he gets up and lunges at Steve. He grabs the back of his hair and pulls his hair harshly, jerking his head back. Steve cries out at the pain. Sam smiles and holds the knife to his neck.

“I don’t understand why you are still holding on.” Sam hisses. Steve gulps even harder, closing his eyes. Accepting the fate Sam was holding in his hands. Sam just laughs, letting Steve’s head go. Steve sighs out of relief as his head droops down.

“Pathetic. Very Pathetic.” Melissa says as she rubs her hand up and down Steve’s chest. Steve grunts a little, wanting Melissa’s hand off of him. He did not want her hands on him.

Sam grabs a hold of Steve’s hand and straightens his arm. Steve looks up as a stinging pain rips through his arm. Steve’s eyes water as Melissa holds his body against the chair, they eyes locking. She searches the pained soul, her heart slightly breaking. Steve opens his mouth to scream but Melissa’s hand presses it back down his throat as she holds his mouth shut.

“There we go.” Sam pulls the knife to him, wiping the blood with a cloth. “Alright boys, move him.” Steve’s eyes droop as the blood trickles out. Melissa gets off of him and the guys put his hood on him. Steve passes out as they take his restraints off.

“Steven.” Your voice echoed, his eye opening to the once familiar room of your dorm. He stares at the ceiling before turning his head to see you staring at him. Same white dress and bright glow from earlier. “Hello.”

“Hey.” He says as he sits up from your bed.

“How are you today?” You ask as you sit next to him.

“I found from my fears that you are clearly my light.” He says as he pushes a strained of hair behind your ear. You smile and wrap your arms around the back of his neck, sitting on his lap. His hands slips behind your back, holding you to him.

“I’ve been sleepless at night. The past two days have been cold. Lonely.” You say as you rest your chin on his shoulder. He sighs as he places his on the top of your head.

“Trust me. This has been the worst two days. Not holding you. They gave me this.” Steve says as he moves his arm to show you the bleeding cut. You gasp as you slowly move your fingers to it.

“Let peace hold your soul.” You mumble as you run a finger down it, the wound instantly healing, no scar left behind. “Beauty after all. Who says love should break us when we fall.”

“I don’t think i am strong enough. Not now.” Steve says as you trace your finger up and down his forearm. You sigh, sitting up properly and moving from his lap. You climb off of the bed and pull him with you. You guys exit your room and what is to be the hallway turns to a room with a chair sitting at the other end of it.

“Don’t think that way. I know you too well.” You say as you lead him to the chair. You both stop just before it, staring at each other. “If i love you as a promise, would you ever break it?”

“Of course not!” Steve exclaims. You both shift so his back is to the chair. You pull your hand from his.

“Hurt.  Only you know the path that i break. Tell them what you are. I don't want to be you.” You push him hard against his chest, flinging him into the chair. He lands with a thud. “Anymore.” The ropes snake around his body once more.

Steve’s eyes open tiredly, a more dim light room appears behind them. You seem so real. Everything about those dreams seems so real to him. Holding you. To kiss you again would be a dream. To properly love you. To present the project… oh my god the project! Steve’s mind comes more to life as he scans over the room. He pulls on his restraints, looking down at his arms. The cut… it was gone. Erased as if Sam never cut him. That was real. The pain was real. But then the dream with you… healed him.

“Babe.” Emma whispers as she shakes your back. You look up to meet hers and Bucky’s smiles. You push your body from your bed and sit up.

“I saw him. The team… we won’t talk about that. Just know i did not lay a hand on him. Sam told me he wanted me to have a private moment with him to. But i didn’t I wanted to take him. But he would not let me. He didn’t want more people to be dragged into this. But we were in the males locker room.” Bucky explains to you. Emma hands you a cup of coffee.

“Can we go there?!” You ask as you take a few sips of the coffee. Bucky sighs.

“Unfortunately i do not recommend going.” Bucky says, trying to ease the pain of the no. You nod your head. You place the coffee mug on the bed side table.

“Well. We have classes. Our history professor emailed and said that um, i could present alone with just him and i…. I don’t know how..” A few tears escape your eyes. Emma sits down beside you and pulls your body to her. You lay your head on her lap and your feet across Bucky’s lap. You cry a little harder while Bucky rubbed your back and Emma played with your hair.

“Maybe another day of in dorm studying will do?” Emma suggests. “We can get all the work from Sophia and Cait.” You just nod as you snuggle your face into her thigh. Emma and Bucky look at each other.

“I will get the food ordered.” Bucky says, picking your legs up and walking out of the

room. He walks to the staircase and opens the door. He is instantly greeted by Melissa.

“Hey!“ She chimes happily as she walks past him. “It was great to see you last night.”

“Sure.” Bucky says as he puts the phone to his ear. “If you find beating someone for loving someone fun.”

“Oh…” Melissa mumbles, Bucky laughs and hangs the phone up.

“You don’t find it weird that you boyfriend is beating up his ex’s new boyfriend? Because we as the team do. Why isn’t he happy and confident enough in your relationship? Shouldn’t he be? It’s sad.” Bucky says. Melissa stands there silently. She clenches her jaw as Bucky plants a seed in her heart. “The cops will find Sam and Steve. Sam will talk. You will be an accomplice. Someone as smart as you should know that… Good luck in prison.”

“Bye Bucky..” She mumbles as she closes the door. Bucky shakes his head and redials the number.

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CHANGES Rated: E Word Count: 8,089 Characters: Stiles Stilinski; Lydia Martin This is a one shot basically comprised of the three S's. Stydia, Sex and Smut ;-) It's all his fault. He's the reason I have to clench my thighs together every time he smiles, with his lips just begging to be kissed. He's the reason my bottom lip has a permanent scar on it from every time I bite down on it, while checking out his ass. He's the reason why I have circles under my eyes, because every time I close them to go to sleep, all I can see are long slender fingers tugging through my hair. It's all his fault. Fucking Stiles Stilinski. It's his fault that I have these stupid fantasies running around in my head. How his fingers would fell ghosting over bare skin. How I would love nothing more than to dig my nails into his naked ass. How would his body feel pressed against mine? What about those lips? And these fantasies are not confined to when I'm in my bedroom. They can happen anytime, anywhere. Like now as we sit at lunch. I'm mesmerised by his fingers as they pick at the label on his drink. I suddenly jump up from my spot at the picnic bench and turn tail towards the school. I hear my friends calling after me, but I keep going, ignoring their pleas. I need a bathroom and I need it now. I lock myself inside a stall, then ceremoniously throw my ass onto the toilet seat. My head goes to my hands as I let this latest rush of excitement wash over me. God, I need to pull myself together. I'm Lydia Martin for crying out loud. These fantasies started happening a month ago, after seeing him shirtless, accidentally, when I stormed into the boys locker room looking for Scott. I had a bone to pick with the timid lacrosse captain. But whatever speech I had prepared to fire at Scott, got caught in my throat when I saw Stiles standing next to him, shirtless and with a towel hung low on his hips. My gasp must've been audible, because the whole locker room turned and looked at me. I ran, as fast as I've ever run, or as fast as I could run in the four inch heels I was wearing. Ok! It was more like a fast walk. My throat was dry and for the life of me I couldn't remember why I was in the locker room in the first place. I got half way to my car when flashes of Stiles' naked chest start to invade my thoughts. Then it's his arms and his shoulders. Then the happy trail that disappeared into his towel. I've not been able to think about anything else since. Once I feel like I've completely got my endorphins in check, I leave the stall and stand in front of the mirror. My face is still a little flushed. I pull my compact out of my bag and lightly brush some powder over my face to get rid of the red splotches on my cheeks. I run a little lip gloss over my lips, finger comb my hair before heading toward the door. I pull it open and regret my decision to leave the bathroom immediately. He's standing there, leaning against a row of lockers. "Hey." He greets as he pushes himself off the lockers, wearing that smile that causes my thighs to clench together. "You ok?" God damn it! "I'm fine, just fine, I'm great in fact. Why do you ask?" I'm rambling and I know it. See, this is what he does to me. I fidget with my hands and I try to avoid eye contact. I'm completely fearful that he will see whatever it is that's bothering me, all over my face. So I inconspicuously find a spot behind him and focus on that instead. Out of the corner of my eye I see him run his tongue over his lips, Fuck!, before he mashes them together, obviously trying not to laugh. He clears his throat. "You took off in a hurry back there." He stated, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder. "Just wanted to make sure you're ok." This is another thing that makes him so damn sexy. Yes! I said it! Stiles is sexy. Sue me. He is just so damn thoughtful. "Really Stiles I'm fine. I gotta get to class. See ya." I take off as quickly as I can without being obvious about it. I've known Stiles, Scott, Allison and Kira since I was eight years old. We all became close our last year before Highschool started. Never in the nine years that I've known Stiles have I ever thought of him as sexy. He was just Stiles. My closest male friend. My goofball. Now every time I see him it's in a very different light. I know I must sound shallow, but fuck! I just want him to take me to bed and let me resolve all this sexual tension. Maybe then I can get on with my life. I've just reached the door to my English room, when I feel him behind me. I whirl round and set him with a scowl. "Stiles? Why are you following me?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest. He puts his hands up in surrender. "I'm not. Well I guess I am....but this is my English class too remember....geez what has gotten into you lately?" He moves past me and into the room shaking his head as he goes, leaving me there completely stunned as to how I could've forgotten that we share a class. And not just this class, but every damn class I take. I turn and watch as he takes the seat next to the one I sit in. He always sits next to me. I've moved one step, when I see him stretch his arms above his head, revealing that thin line of dark hair that I so badly want to run my fingers along. Just like I did in the locker room a month ago, I turn on my heel and head away from the boy that has invaded my every waking thought. I don't look back. By the time I reach the nurses office, I don't have to pretend I'm sick. I'm wound so tight that my skin is glowing and I feel feverish. She takes one look at me and quickly writes me a sick note and demands that I go home. She certainly won't get any argument from me. An hour later and I've had a shower, had a quick bite to eat and changed into the most comfortable clothes I own. I'm now laying on my bed, laptop sitting on my knees, watching a movie. All thoughts of Stiles, and his exceptionally hot body, have dissipated for the moment, and for the first time in a month I feel relaxed. That is until I hear my phone buzz with his designated ringtone, from somewhere on my floor. I sit there for the longest time debating whether or not to answer it. By the time I make my decision the phone stops. A soft wisp of air leaves my mouth. I'm not sure if it's relief or disappointment. I shrug and go back to my movie. My phone stays quiet. I'm not sure how much time has passed when I hear someone knocking on my door. I jump at first, before relaxing and climbing off the bed. It's probably my Mom, but I'm certain she said she wouldn't be home until later tonight. Curiosity gets the better of me. So I make my way to the door and open it. I squeal a little when I see Stiles standing there with a look of indifference. It's not unusual for Stiles to be at my house, or in my room for that matter. We study a lot together because of our shared classes. Sometimes here, sometimes at his place. He comes over quite often and we will watch a movie together. However he has never quite looked at me they way he is right now and I'm suddenly very aware of how see through my tank is and how tiny my shorts are. "Stiles! What the hell are you doing here?" I almost scream, as I cross my arms over my chest, trying to maintain some dignity. He doesn't answer me, he just pushes past me into my room. I turn and look at him completely aghast. He throws his keys onto my desk, kicks off his shoes and then takes a seat on my chair. Ok, so he isn't going anywhere, and he looks completely pissed about something. I close the door a little harder than what was probably necessary. I take a deep breath and turn and lean on my door. He's staring at me and at first I think it's because of what I'm wearing. Then he speaks. "You ready to tell me what the hell is going on with you lately?" He asks sternly. Yeah right? Like that conversation is going to end well. Sorry Stiles you're right, I have been completely one hundred percent distracted - by your ass, your mouth, your fingers. I scoff a little as I push off the door and go to my closet to grab a sweater. When I turn back around he is still staring at me. I roll my eyes as I head to my bed. I sit with my legs tucked underneath me and pull my sweater over my knees. "C'mon Lydia, you can't deny you've been acting weird." He states. Yes I can. To him anyway. "You've been distant, distracted and what about class today? One minute you were there, then, poof, you were gone." He asks, flailing his arms around as if he was doing magic. "Stiles I'm fine. I just wasn't feeling well this afternoon." I reply. I look up only to be greeted with a pointed look. He doesn't believe me. I don't blame him, I wouldn't believe me either. "Look, thank you for coming and checking up on me, but I'm ok, so you can go now." He still doesn't move. My eyes have drifted to his forearms that are leaning over the back of my chair. The muscles taut from the exertion it takes to sit with your arms like that. The soft hair that trails up to his forearms. Then I find his fingers, drumming softly against the back of the chair. Fingers that I have fantasised over for the last month. Fingers that are attached to beautiful hands, that I want all over my body. "Lydia!" I startle at the loudness of his tone. "What?" I throw back, completely mortified as to where my mind had just wandered. "Are you sure you're ok. Do I need to take you to see Melissa, because I've just asked you the same question three times and you didn't answer." I can feel the blush of embarrassment creeping over my body. Starting from the tips of my toes all the way to my ears. I lower my gaze and shake my head hopefully discreetly, but when I look up to meet his gorgeous honey eyes, I know I've been caught out. I'm struggling to swallow the small lump that has formed in my throat. His eyes are full of questioning and concern, then suddenly he is up out of the chair and moving towards me. Panic sets in as for some reason he is coming at me in slow motion. I lower my gaze again, but side eye him as he joins me on my bed. That lump is still stuck in my throat, as I physically try to not react to the fact that his knee is sitting flush against mine. Or that fact that his right hand and those god damn fingers are resting precariously close to my thigh. I gulp softly finally getting rid of that lump and slowly lift my head up. Bad idea, bad idea. His face is so close to mine as he scrutinises me. His eyes flit all over my face. His brow is furrowed, as he searches my face for any indication as to what is wrong with me. When his eyes lock with mine, my heart starts to race and I'm suddenly very aware of how close his lips are. We stay like that, with eyes locked and mouths twitching. All it would take is for one of us to lean in slightly and I would finally find out just how soft and plump those lips are. Then suddenly he is backing away, and it takes a moment for me to realise how disappointed I am that he did. I can't be the only one that feels the pull between us. I quickly lower my head and I'm suddenly overcome with embarrassment. What the hell was I just about to do? He's my best friend for crying out loud. My best friend that I want to shove down hard on my bed and let him have his way with me. Fuck! The silence that sits between us is deafening. A few minutes have passed before I look up again. I notice he has a small blush running over his cheeks and his Adam's apple is bobbing slightly as he clears his throat. His eyes are now anywhere but my face. His hands fidget in his lap and of course my traitorous mind starts wondering how it would feel having them dip into my hips. I shake my head to clear it of the dirty thoughts, before turning my attention back to the beautiful boy sitting near inches away from me. Not just beautiful, he is truly gorgeous. With his mussed hair, golden eyes and trail of moles that I want to run my fingers over. And it's not just the physical stuff either. He is truly just a beautiful soul. Thoughtful, compassionate, loving. I'm a little shocked to find that it took me seeing him shirtless to realise all of this. I'm even more dumbstruck that maybe these feelings I have, aren't as new as I first thought. Because he has always been all those things and more. I take a moment to study him carefully. He is still not meeting my gaze, his eyes instead on his hands in his lap. My eyes spend an inordinate amount of time watching the single vein that runs the length of his neck. Maybe I should just tell him, leave it out there for him do with as he pleases. So I close my eyes, take a deep breath and gather every ounce of courage I have. Finally, I open my eyes only to be met with his golden ones. Damn it what was it I was going to say? What I see there shocks me. Hope? Longing? Recognition? Has he figured it out? In the few moments he searched my face, did he see the adoration and want in my eyes? For the mere seconds our lips and noses were so close, was he thinking what I was thinking? I know my mouth is opening and closing like a fish, but I somehow can't find the words I was so sure about only moments ago. Then his voice cuts through the tension like a knife. "Aah....maybe I should go." He says as he starts to get off the bed. It's now or never. If I don't say something now, I may never get the chance again. "Wait!" I implore, as I take his hand. He startles a little as I pull him back towards me. He looks to where our hands are joined, before looking up into my eyes. A quizzical look on his face. I let go of his hand, settle mine in my lap and steel my nerves. "You're right. I have been off. Distracted." I start nervously, shifting my gaze slightly. He nods his head at me, whether he's agreeing with me or gesturing for me to continue, I'm not sure, but I do anyway. "There's this guy." He audibly lets out a sigh, because of course it's about a guy, it always is with me. "Lydia, you don't have to tell me...." He begins, but I interrupt him. I shake my head. "No, I want to....I need to tell you." His eyebrows raise a little higher on his forehead in curiosity, because in all the time we've known each other, I've never once talked to him about guys before. I notice him fidgeting again, before he gestures with his hand for me to continue. Again I take in a deep breath. Knowing full well that once I start I'm not going to be able to stop. And funnily enough I find I want him to know. I want him to hear how, he has been the one distracting me from everything. "So as I was saying, there's this guy. Really great guy. He's smart, funny and every time I'm around him lately, I get nervous, can you believe that, me, nervous." I say chuckling. His lip curls up on one side in a knowing smirk, because Lydia Martin does not get nervous. Ever. "Anyway, he totally distracts me from my school work, everyday at lunch and...." I'm not quite sure how to bring up the fantasies that have been consuming me at night time. "And?" He questions. My face flushes and I know he can see the pink tinge my cheeks have taken on. I lower my gaze to my lap, because I won't be able to say it if he is boring into me with those eyes. He however has other ideas as he lowers his head a little to try and get me to look at him. Somewhere in the middle of all this, the space between us has dwindled and my body is now searing with heat. He nudges me with his knee. "Lydia?" His tone a little softer. I still can't look at him, but the words spill out of my mouth. "I've been having these dreams." My hand quickly goes to my mouth, my whole body is flush with embarrassment. I hear the sharp inhale of breath he takes, and its that noise that gives me the courage to finally look up. Shit! His eyes have darkened and my arousal is building rapidly. It's right there, in that moment, with our knees slightly touching and our faces so close together, that I know he knows that I'm talking about him. His tongue peeks out and runs over his bottom lip, as his eyes flit down to mine. "What kinda dreams?" He asks his voice low and husky. His right hand has found its way to my knee. Electricity is burning through me as he makes small circles with his thumb. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, as our eyes are locked in a furious staring battle. His thumb ghosts further up my thigh and my clit pulses with need. Our breathing has become heavy and heart rates have sped up, as the implication of our words linger between us. When his other thumb comes up to rescue my lip from my teeth, I lose all sense of direction. "I dream of his fingers digging into the soft flesh above my hip." I answer breathlessly. As if I'm giving him directions, his hand comes up to my hip and finds its way under my sweater and tank. When his fingers do exactly what I've been dreaming about, a soft mewl leaves my lips. "What else?" He questions, as his fingers dig deliciously into my skin and our foreheads lean against each other. My eyes flutter closed and somehow my hand has tangled itself in the front of his shirt. "I....I...." But the words get stuck in my throat as his fingers have moved up slightly and are now circling my navel. My head lolls back at the feel of his fingers running over bare skin, and I am now certain that any fantasy I conjured up in my head about his hands on my body, don't even compare to the real thing. Suddenly I'm filled with desperation. I want to know how his skin would feel under my hands, so I untangle my fist and move it under his tee. He hisses at the contact and a smile forms on my lips knowing that he's enjoying this as much as me. "This....I dream about this." I say as his lips press a soft kiss in the crook of my neck. "More, tell me more." He begs his voice now laced with desire. His lips move up the column of my neck, his thumb still lingering over my bottom lip and his fingers now ghost along the underside of my breasts. Fuck! I'm in heaven. "C'mon Lyds." He whispers against my ear and that's all it takes for me to shift gears. Actions speak louder than words anyway right? I fall back against the pillows and take him down with me. He settles between my thighs, our bodies aligned in blissful symmetry. His body propped up on his elbows so he doesn't crush me. One hand comes up to brush away a stray lock of hair from my face and I tremble from the affectionate gesture. We're back to the staring contest from before, our eyes locked together. He shifts slightly over me, and the sensation of both the coarse material of his jeans moving over my already wet centre, and how hard he is for me, has my back arching off the bed. He lowers himself against me and our chests now heave together with want. Another hiss leaves his lips as my nipples pebble through my thin sweatshirt. His face is merely inches from my own, our noses brushing softly, his breath searing over my lips as he whispers his next words. "Tell me what you want Lyds." He says as his lips come impossibly closer to mine without actually touching them. I push up off the bed and fist my hands in his shirt again and close the millimetres of space between our lips. Finally, after a whole month of dreaming about this moment, I can't believe I'm the one with the courage to do it. It's soft and experimental. Just a mere brush of our lips. Then suddenly it's hot and heated as he pushes me back against the pillows. When he moves over my centre again, this time purposely, his tongue pushes against the seam of my mouth. When our tongues collide, so do our chests and the temperature in the room has risen. His left hand has gone back under my sweater and is gripping my hip with purpose. My own hands have locked behind his head as I pull him impossibly closer. Of its own accord, my foot wraps around his ass, my heel digging into his jeans. He moans into my mouth as I use my foot to join our centres together again, to create the friction I so desperately need. When we finally seperate our lips, our foreheads meeting together, he places a soft kiss to my nose. He places a fingertip to my chin and pushes it up slightly so we are at eye level. "Is this really happening?" He asks a little breathless, as his finger brushes over my cheek. I nod, searching for my own breath. "You're all I've been able to think about for the longest time." I reply honestly. He smiles that lopsided grin at me before his lips are crashing against mine again and hands continue to roam. Mine go under his shirt, so I can feel the firmness of his stomach. My fingers catching in that dark hair that leads to a place that I so desperately want to explore. His stay above my sweatshirt but one does find its way to my breast. I keen as his large hand engulfs me, my back once again arching off the bed. When he pulls me up so that I'm basically straddling him, he eases my sweatshirt and my tank over my head. I blush when his eyes go wide with desire. Almost to the point where I'm just about to cover myself with my hands, but he quickly grabs them and pulls them away. "Please." He begs eyes still wide. I nod my head. One hand splays against my back and the other comes between us to once again take me in his hand. My eyes close again as he massages it softly, before taking the nipple between two fingers, causing it to harden under his ministrations. The noise that leaves my mouth is full of lust and need. My hands are playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and I can't help but grind over him gently, feeling his hardness through my thin shorts. When his mouth latches onto me, I cry out in ecstasy, not caring if anyone hears me. Except suddenly I'm wondering how the hell Stiles got in my house. "Stiles?" I mewl. "Mmm." He growls against me as his tongue lathes around my nipple, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my core. "How....how....Oh god." I moan as he bites down a little. I take his head between my hands and move him away from my breast. I look him in the eye. "How did you get in?" He shakes his head at me and a smirk forms on his face. "Spare key under the pot plant." He explains as his mouth goes back to exploring my breast. Right the spare key. Satisfied with his answer, I once again enjoy the feel of his mouth on me. He switches between both breasts and with every flick of his tongue or scrape of his teeth, I can feel my orgasm building. Once again I remove him from my chest and pull his shirt off over his head. It joins mine on the floor, and now we're both left with just our bottoms on and naked heaving chests. I rake my hands over his shoulders, before running them flat down his chest. "God, I can't believe I'm making out with Lydia Martin." Stiles bursts out as his hands settle on my hips. He's not the only one. "Shut up and kiss me." I demand as I pull his lips to mine. And kiss me he does. My hands are clinging to his shoulders and his are digging into that spot that I love so much. Our naked chests collide and we both swallow each other's moans. My hands move down his chest, across his stomach and settle on the belt loops of his jeans. His hands make their way under the waistband of my shorts, squeezing my ass through my panties. His mouth leaves mine and he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck. When my hand goes to undo the button on his jeans, he quickly puts his hand over mine forcing me to open my eyes. "Maybe we should slow down." He suggests. I quirk my eyebrows in question and he sends me a shy smile. "It's just....I've kinda wanted this for a very long time, like you have no idea how long." He starts, a blush covering his cheeks. I smile at him not wanting to ruin the moment with words. "And I never in my wildest dreams thought that this would actually happen." He leans his forehead against mine, after placing a soft kiss to my lips. "But swore to myself that if it ever did, then I wanted it to be something to remember and something you would never regret." He looks at me pleadingly. I cup his cheek with my hand, he leans into it. I trace my thumb over his bottom lip before bringing his lips to mine. When I pull way and crawl off his lap he looks disappointed. But I lay myself back down on the bed, I send what I hope is a promising smile, before I reach down and remove my shorts leaving me in just my black lace panties. I'm suddenly aware of the darkness that has taken over my room. The only light coming from the streetlight outside. I look up with my bottom lip caught between my teeth as I watch Stiles take in what lays practically bare before him. His eyes are wide again and his mouth agape in astonishment. His eyes start to move rapidly as he takes in every dip and curve of my body. I blush under his scrutinisation. Then he is on his haunches and his hands are wrapped around my ankles. There's a silence that is starting to make me a little uncomfortable as his eyes continue to wander. "I want you too Stiles, have for longer than I thought." I tell him as his hands sweep up to my thighs. I writhe a little against the sheets as his thumb comes precariously close to my centre. But he doesn't venture there, instead he moves them up to my hips before removing them completely so he can hover over my naked body. His eyes meet mine and I inhale sharply at the hunger I see there. Never have I seen such a look of desire in any mans eye like the one I see in Stiles'. Before I can think anymore of it he has our lips joined together in a bruising kiss. My hands come up to wrap around his strong forearms as his tongue explores my mouth. I've never been so wet for someone as I am right now. My nails dig into his arms and he growls into the kiss at the sensation. Then his mouth leaves mine as he kisses the shell of my ear, before swiping his tongue down my neck. When his lips find that little nook between neck and shoulder, my head lolls to the side to allow him better access. He continues to trail kisses across my shoulders, along my collarbone and down the valley of my breasts. I'm having a difficult time of it trying to keep my orgasm at bay. He moves off to the side of me as his fingers continue to move down my body. He has one leg - which by the way is still covered by his jeans - thrown over my hip and his head is propped up on his hand as he slowly feathers over my breasts. "Fuck Lydia, you're so beautiful." He mewls against my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. His fingers map their way further down my stomach and when he reaches the edge of my panties he swipes from left to right, from one hip to the other, teasingly slow. My centre is on fire and begging to be touched. His mouth has latched onto my breast again as his fingers ghost along the inside of my thigh. And when one solitary finger swipes over my folds, through the thin piece of scrap covering me, my body spasms and my cry is strangled. "Jesus Lydia, so wet." He mumbles around my now very sensitive breast. Then without any warning his fingers push away the lace and he slips two fingers inside me, curling and prodding against my walls. His other hand is playing with my hair. My hands are fisting the sheets beside me, my ass is writhing as Stiles moves his fingers in and out. I'm a fucking mess. His pace quickens as does my building climax. And when his thumb finds my clit, I explode as he rubs small circles over and over, while still fucking me with his fingers. "Oh My God." It's all I can mange to breathe out as he continues to move inside. He just coaxed probably the best damn orgasm I've ever had out of me, and he still has his pants on. I open my tightly closed eyes and find him looking at me in absolute awe. "What?" I ask, my voice still laced with lust. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He says as he ghosts his fingers back up my sensitive body. He takes the hand that I have thrown over my forehead and links our fingers together. I turn to face him, moving our hands between our bodies. I unlink our fingers and run mine down the planes of his chest. His hand settles on my hip. "It hardly seems fair." I say as I place a kiss where my fingers have just been. I gather up all my strength and push him down on his back. I straddle him and can instantly feel how hard he is. I kiss all the way down his stomach until I hit that glorious trail of hair. I look back up at him through my eyelashes and the expression on his face starts the fire burning inside me again. I kiss along his hip bones where his jeans hang low. I hear him gulp as I flick the button undone. I never take my eyes of his gorgeous face. "I've been practically naked for an awful long time now." I pout. I start to pull down the zipper. I linger just long enough for my pinky to feather his dick over his black boxer briefs. Once I have the zipper all the way down, I tug on the waistband, signalling that I want them off. He obliges by lifting his ass up to push them all the way down. I finish the task off by yanking them down his legs. Then I take his socks off, before I crawl back up his body. I delibrately run my chest over his erection through his shorts, then I kiss my way back up his body. I join our lips together in a searing, blinding kiss. His hands run up and down my back, settling again on my ass. My nipples tighten at the feel of our chests pushing together. Our mewls break the silence that permeates the room. His dick twitches as I grind our centres together. He's solid and pulsing underneath me and I suddenly want to feel him under my hands. I make one more slow deliberate move over him, before I lift my hips a little and move my hand down between our bodies. I tease him over the top of his shorts. He bites on my bottom lip before breaking the kiss. "Lyds....Fuck!" He hisses through his teeth as I cup him fully. I smirk as I continue trailing kisses down his neck, shoulders and chest as my hand moves slowly over his dick. Enjoying the feel of him hard underneath my hand. He tentatively moves one hand up and cups my breast, causing my back to stretch. When his fingers tweak my nipple, I can't help the throaty growl that leaves my mouth. When my hand finally finds its way past the waistband of his boxers and I wrap my hand around him we both let out a heavy sigh. He has joined our lips together as my hand starts to move up and down him. Our tongues colliding and teeth clashing as both our arousals build. He is thicker and longer than I expected and my clit throbs with pleasure at the thought of him filling me up. I run my thumb over his tip and I smile into the kiss with satisfaction at the droplet of pre-cum there. I did that. His hand has stopped massaging my breast, instead he has snuck it down between us. Without any warning his fingers are in my panties again and collecting the moisture there. I didn't realise how wet I was until I feel his finger come up to my clit. This time I'm the one to break the kiss, instead resting my head against his chest as his fingers move over me. Our skin is slick with sweat as we've worked each other up into a frenzy. When his finger slides inside me, my hand tightens around him. "Shit Stiles, so good." I mumble against his chest feeling my orgasm building again. Next thing I know he has flipped us on the bed. He hovers over me, a smile on his lips, that causes my whole body to flush. This time when he kisses his way down my body, he takes my panties with him, flicking them into the rest of our clothes, that sit in a pile near my desk. He leaves a kiss on each thigh as he takes the scrap of lace off. I squirm knowing I'm now completely naked beneath him. His head lingers on my thigh, his eyes dark and brooding as he takes in my wet core. "Jesus!" He growls as his fingernails dig a little into my thigh. His thumb circles so close to me, that I jerk a little with anticipation. When it finally makes its way to my clit, my eyes shut tight and my ass lifts off the bed. And when I feel the first flick of his tongue over me, he has to use his arm to hold my hips down. It's soft and languid. Teasing and needy. My fists crush the comforter underneath me has his tongue makes long, slow licks through my arousal. I open my eyes and I'm met with golden ones as he watches me writhe underneath him. "You taste amazing." He says against me. The vibration coarsing through me. His fingers are added to the mix and between his tongue, his fingers and the way he's looking at me, I'm certain I'm not going to last long. Sure enough when his nose hits the hood of my clit, I explode. My body shutters, even his grip on my hip can't stop my ass from flying off the bed. Stars form behind my eyelids. My breathing is erratic and heavy. He continues to lathe his tongue all over me as I ride out my orgasm against his face. When he comes back up and joins our lips together, I can't help the desire running through me at the taste of myself on his lips. He lines our bodies up and I can feel him still rock hard underneath me. I move one foot up to his hip and push at the fabric of his shorts. He gets the idea and moves off the bed to remove them. I stare in absolute awe at his dick sitting erect against his stomach. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as he lowers himself over me again. "Are you sure?" He asks as he tugs my lip out tenderly from my teeth. I run my hands down the planes of his stomach, his are playing with my hair. I reach into the drawer of my bedside table and fumble around until my fingers find the foil square. His eyes watch my every movement. They go wide when they see what I pull out. I rip the package open and move my hand back between us. I roll the condom all the way down, pinching the tip once I've finished. I wrap my hand around him and guide him to my entrance. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life." He kisses me hard as he enters me and I growl as he fills and stretches me. Fuck he feels amazing. Better than anything I could've imagined. He starts to move, slow at first, then a little faster to create the friction we both so desperately need. He breaks the kiss simply so we can both inhale the oxygen that has left our lungs. His mouth moves to that spot behind my ear and our hips move in a rhythm that's too natural for our first time together. His mouth latches onto my breast again and my hands pull at his hair, trying to get him impossibly closer. Our breathing his laboured and hands wander. He grabs my hips and pushes himself up onto his haunches. He hikes my leg over his shoulder causing him to go deeper. My eyes literally roll into the back of my head and his head falls back at the feel of my walls around him. When he hits a certain spot, that's all it takes for my third orgasm to hit. I clench and writhe as he continues to move inside me, obviously trying to reach his own climax. I don't have to wait long before I feel him pulsing inside me and then with one, then two more thrusts he collapses on top of me as he curses into my shoulder blade. We lay there boneless and weary for what seems like hours, trying to get our breathing to even out. Finally his mouth finds its way to mine. He kisses me slowly before separating our sweaty bodies and disposing of the condom. I watch him as he moves off the bed. My finger making lazy circles over my hip bone. I smile shyly as everything he did flashes behind my eyes. On his way back he grabs his boxers and jeans as well as my panties and tank. We get dressed in silence and then we finally hop under the covers. He lays flat on his back, while I curl into his side. From my position I can see my bedside clock. I sit up when I see the time. We've wiled away two hours. Fuck! "What?" He asks as I move off the bed. I quickly find my shorts, pull them on and throw his t-shirt at him. It hits him in the face. "My mom. She will be home any minute. You need to get dressed." He starts to object and then sees the look on my face and decides against it. He diligently puts his shirt on, before finding his socks and shoes. Just in the nick of time too as I hear my Moms car pull into the driveway. I flatten out the bedspread and prop the pillows up just so. I shove Stiles into the desk chair and he lands with an 'oomph'. I grab my messenger bag and pull out some school books. She won't suspect anything. We're always studying. By the time my mom knocks on my door and enters my room, Stiles and I are at a safe distance apart, with our English homework spread out on my bed and the desk. Stiles lifts his head, plasters on that smile that would charm the pants off a nun, and says a quick hello. "Hi Stiles. You two studying?" Mom asks, looking between the two of us. "Yeah, English." I answer quickly, probably a little to quickly. Stiles shoots me a smirk and I respond with a scowl. My Moms forehead creases a little at the exchange. "Well, don't let me stop you. Oh and Lydia, don't forget I'm heading to LA in the morning." She announces. I nod with a smile on my face and then she's back out the door and heading to her room down the hall. I flop back on my bed, thankful at least she didn't read too much into mine and Stiles' facial interaction. My arm is over my eyes and my legs crossed at my ankles, when I hear a book being shut quite loudly. I look up curiously to find Stiles grinning at me from the desk chair. I push myself up to rest on my elbows and send him a quizzical stare. "What?" "Nothing....Its nothing." He replies as he waves me off with a swipe of his hand. Then he does something I don't expect. He packs up his notes and books. He hikes his backpack onto one shoulder and saunters over to the bed. Then he leans down, pecks me on the lips then moves towards my door. "Um, where are you going?" I ask my arms now crossed over my chest, my eyes narrowed. "Home." He replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "But....But." I whine. He shakes his head. "No buts, you're mom is down the hall, we can't very well keep on doing what we were doing." I climb off the bed and bolt to stand blocking the door. It's his turn to cross his arms over his chest, but it's not frustration. In fact the ass has a smirk on his lips. It's not like he'd have to make much of an effort to get passed me. And seriously if he really wanted to he could just lift me up and move me out of the way, but he doesn't. Instead he lets me run my hand over his chest. He's certainly not complaining when I lean up on my tip toes and place a barely there kiss to his lips. I pull away just as quick as I got there and lean against the door. I turn the lock, the clicking sound echoing through my room. My bottom lip has again found its way between my teeth and I'm looking at him from under my eyelashes. I see his Adam's apple bob. I put on my best seductive smile and close the minuscule amount of space between us. I'm up on my tip toes again, leaving a kiss on his neck, his chin, then his ear, before bringing my mouth within millimetres of his own. "What if I promise to be quiet." I basically whisper against his mouth before I crash our lips together. His backpack falls to the floor and his hands come up to cup my face. First he just stares deep into my eyes, then everything is a blur. His lips are on mine. Hot, wet and furious. Then his hands move to my ass and he scoops me up. My ankles lock around his waist and I'm holiding onto his shoulders to help keep me up. Then he's pushing me against the door with a thud. Fuck! So much for being quiet. "Sorry." He mumbles against my mouth, not sounding very apologetic at all. In our heated frenzy, we don't hear the footsteps outside on the hardwood floors. It's not until my mothers voice floats from the otherside of the door, that we stall our frantic kisses. "Lydia? Is everything ok." She asks I lean my head against Stiles shoulder, my bottom lip caught in my teeth as I try not to laugh. Stiles is dead still against me, well, almost. I can feel him twitching against me. I compose myself. "Everything is fine Mom. Stiles just stubbed his toe on the chair." He looks up at her trying to hide is own smile. "Ok, I'm heading to bed." She announces. We stay still as we listen to her footsteps fade away. "Damn that was a bit close for comfort." He says as he lowers me back down to the floor. He kisses me again, soft but full of want. "I really should go." He whispers as he pulls away from my lips to breath. But his hands have found purchase on my hips again and the kiss becomes a little more heated. And when his tongue meets mine, I'm pretty sure he is fighting a losing battle. My hands are twisting in his hair, pulling, scratching. Just when I think he's decided to stay, he puts a bit of distance between us and I'm a little stunned. He keeps his hands on my hips and then moves his mouth to my ear. "I'm gonna go." I huff against his chest and I know my lips are set in a pout. When he pulls away again he searches my face before placing a soft kiss to my lips. "We can talk about all this tomorrow. Meet me before school?" He suggests as he brings me in for a hug. "Ok." I answer completely defeated. He moves past me, unlocks the door, walks through it, throws a quiet 'night' over his shoulder and then he is gone. Sleep does not come easy for me. The events from the night playing on a loop. Images flashing behind my eyes and a feeling settling deep in my chest. I toss and turn for a good hour and just when I think I might finally be able to go to sleep, my phone buzzes from my bedside table. I reach over and grab it, reading the brief message on the screen. 10.46pm - Sweet dreams - S xx ~